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LOVE ME NOW




I come as an usher with solutions,
To all your new year resolutions.
A lot of prayers on my head,
And I must do it all as the first born.
Why don't you love me?

Is it my fault at all,
That I was born first and tall?
Was it not your own doing?
So why the early booing?

They say I am too long,
While teasing me with a song.
Workers hate to say my name.
But students love me all the same.

I had to fast till the fifth week,
And even while I prayed,
You ate and made merry,
With the son of virgin Mary.

So please love me this year.
Just make room for me.
If you plan for me,
You will love my vibe.

Anytime you hear of December,
I am January, her elder brother.
I come to wipe the past away,
To give you A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

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